The Rule of Succession

Chapter Twenty-Four

A/N. reviews!

"So the seven will be at the wedding... can't wait for the drama hehehe especially since Artemis is going with percy and more PERTEMIS fluff!" -Sankarea396

They will. I don't know if there is really gonna be drama though.

"Bruv there is no thing such a filler in fanfiction cus filler is non canon lower quality and isnt related to the story" -Bi bou

Nah, there still can be filler. None of this is really related to the main plot, and only exists to build up Percy and Artemis' relationship.

"Extream good can wait for no more for it is such goodnes i must config more of the" -Dobby the lobby

Thank you, here you go!

"couldn't stop myself, i read the whole story today. need more content assp lol" -Nanomanmc1

Here you go man!

Onto the chapter!

Chapter Twenty-Four

Artemis held the weird knife in her hands as she sat on her bedding in her tent. Her bed was just a bunch of blankets and pillows loosely stacked on top of each other, almost as if thrown together in a pile. It was hard to distinguish the bed from the rest of the blankets and rugs that covered the rest of the tent's floor. They would certainly be a fire hazard with the burning brazier in the center of the room, had it not been enchanted. With the fire crackling, and the blankets everywhere, there was almost no place as cozy as Artemis' tent.

She contemplated the knife, studying the detailing etched into the blade. A week had passed since she had gotten back from Hell, and it was now once again Wednesday. The Sun had just started to set, and the Moon was just starting its journey through the night sky. It was Wednesday, which meant it was date night, which was the reason for Artemis holding the knife.

Percy had told her that the knife was the tool that would transport her to Hell, and she had even seen him do it a few times. But she wasn't confident she could replicate the effect. She stood up and slowly let a breath out from her nose. She held the knife out and envisioned Percy's throne room—their throne room. She brought the knife down swiftly.

Where the knife's tip traced through the air, a black line followed, before widening and revealing the place she had just envisioned. The rift made no sound, which kind of unnerved her. She had never noticed the lack of noise before, but now, alone in her tent, with just the crackling flames, it was a bit unsettling.

She stepped through the rift and into the throne hall. The rift closed behind her. She sheathed the knife in the sheath strapped to her thigh. She looked around the throne room. Much like her tent, she was the only one there, with the only sound the flickering fire of the inferno raging behind the thrones. But unlike her tent, which was so cozy, the throne room gave off a cold vibe, despite said inferno.

She walked down the hall, to the left of the thrones and into the dining room. There was food on the table, but no one sat at it. Her eyes made their way to the stairs. Memories of the last time she was here, when she had carried Percy to his bed. Deciding that checking his room would be the best choice in the entire castle, she headed up the stairs.

She reached the top after a few minutes. Why did Percy have to have his room at the very top of the castle? The door to his room was cracked slightly open. She peeked in, not wanting to frighten him. Percy was hunched over a desk. He was tapping a pencil against the desk, staring at a piece of paper.

She backed away from the door and knocked on it quietly. A couple of moments later, she heard his footsteps coming closer. The door opened, revealing Percy. He was dressed in slacks and an undershirt. He was barefoot. "Hi, Artemis." He said. He turned around and walked back to the desk. He slumped down into the chair.